Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.